Leroy wasn't scared. Oh no, Leroy was utterly terrified, what sane man wouldn't be? The commissar's gun silently mocked him as he stood there like a fool, struggling to even think, let alone respond. Leroy was by no means a pessimist but he knew what was coming. He wasn't going to lie to himself. This was his swan song. He wiped away the blood from his face.
"I have no tales of awe inspiring feats of bravery and I can't boast great skills in combat. But I am no man to hold a grudge, and if I sought revenge on anyone, there are far easier and more effective ways to do so. I left my past self behind me, I have nothing to gain from clinging on to strands of petty hatred." He paused breifly."I came here for no greater reason that I believe strongly in what you, and your people teach. I have nothing but respect for your people, and would think it as the greatest honnor to be given the right to help protect them. However, I shall not reject and stain the hard work of the man or woman who made that bullet if the Coalition sees fit for my death." He stated.
